trampling session

 

trampling session

I'm Carpetbagger #6, female high-heel ironer, I don't deserve a name.

 

So it gave me a number as a slave object.

 

As this is my sixth rug, I got this number by accident, but I wear it with pride.

It is an honor for me to be a carpet for my wife and to trample my body under her feet.

 

Sometimes my aunt enjoys teasing me with heels and becomes a real dominatrix who stomps when she feels how much I have to endure in order not to make a sound when she wears those high heels that push into me.

 

Of course, you can't talk or move on the carpet like I can.

 

There is also a charm to my inaction that turns me into a traveling slave when he tells me to lie down.

 

I stand still, although my wife does not bind me.

 

After all, the last thing an oppressed slave wants is for his master to be hurt because he can't stand still.

In most cases, trampling femdoms wear high heels.

 

This means I can still enjoy the feeling of high heels, which makes me very happy.

 

Because I admit it.

 

I have a fetish for heels! My foot fetish isn't noticeable either, so my boyfriend likes to wear sandals and other open heels.

 

But the feel of his bare feet pressing against my stomach feels good too.

Recently my boyfriend told me to lie down in the parking lot.

 

I went to the supermarket with him and he was loading groceries into his car.

 

I was very surprised and worried as it was the first time I had to act as her carpet in public.

 

He rolled his eyes when he heard my hesitation.

 

"Come on, trample the slave!" He nodded clearly in approval.

 

The road was dirty and many people parked their cars in the supermarket parking lot, but I obediently lay down.

 

I felt uncomfortable at that moment, but he didn't seem to care.

 

She was casually sitting on top of me, her thin legs just above me.

It was truly a sight! That alone made it worth it every time!

I felt my heels press against my chest and almost saw her later.

 

Luckily my heel lady couldn't stand the 5mm stilettos I used in another ironing session today for long, so I wore slightly wider heels.

 

But now, when you wear high heels, you can step on anything wider than an inch.

 

As I was carrying groceries out of the car and into the trunk, the owner stepped on me.

 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two young women walking past us, whispering and laughing.

 

I loved being teased like that, and at the same time, knowing I was doing it for my wife, I was her doormat.

 

Not much, because my wife is thin and quite small, but it was a nice feeling to feel her full weight and know that she had chosen me for such a responsible task as the trunk carpet.

 

It felt like it had been there forever and I gradually got used to people passing by.

I felt like I was drunk and the pain of her high heels seeped into me and put me in a trance.

 

This is correct.

 

Recognize.

 

My excitement grew! Maybe it was my social background that gave me so much respect, but I was certainly happy.

 

When he was done he let go of me and the sudden pressure of his weight sent me into a daze.

 

But the searing pain in her heel reminded me of this special experience for days, and I won't soon forget it!